Everybody's lookin' for
Last gang in town
Ya' better watch out, boy
They're all comin' around
The sport of today is excitin'
The in crowd are into infightin'
When some punk sees your rock-olla
It's rock and roll all over
In every street and every station
Kids fight like different nations
And it's brawn against brain and knife against chain
But it's all young blood flowin' down the drain
The crops hit the stiffs and the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all lookin' 'round
The crops hit the stiffs and the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all lookin' 'round for the last gang in town
Meanwhile down in black town
Those old soul rebels are hangin' around
And when some punk come a'lookin' for sound
Rastafari goes to ground
The white heart flipped the pocket dipped
Because a black sharp knife never slips
And they never say to one another
That tomorrow we might k** our brother
(Chorus)
Oh, come on, come on
Yeah, Kentucky Fried Chicken
Yeah, come on, come on
Come on an' yell out, baby
Down from the edge of London
The Rock City rebels came
From another edge of London
Skinhead gangs call out their name
But not the Zydeco kids from the high rise
Though they can't be recognized
When you hear a Cajun fiddle then you're nearly in the middle
Of the last gang in town
(Chorus)
Where are they now?
Where are they now?